Dear me,
Surely this like any other letter I've written be forgotten and lost. But to you, you should know I truely put my heart into this letter. Because ya know I'm 18 so my writting is more developed compared to before.
I hope nothing but the best for us. Finding joy in the Air Force. The future is bright. There's gonna be ups and downs but we obviously can face them. They ain't nothing to compared to what we been through. We got through wrestling like bro we placed 5th at state while only learned to wrestle for like 3 months.
Currently I'm writhing this at college sitting with our friends Perez and Murillo. Sharkcat and Raman. Should be pretty self explanatory haha. But to think this is gonna be over. Spending time with them.But life goes on we go on our own paths. But our friendship is better than our other ones.
Well that's the end of this letter much love, hope, and excitement for us.
Sincerely yourself,
Malysia kue <3 9/20/21
"National Science Day is celebrated in India on 28 February each year to mark the discovery of the Raman effect by Indian physicist Sir C. V. Raman on 28 February 1928."
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Man's quest to know about things
The reason behind, why of everything
Desire to change , improve
Hard-work and perseverance
Had lead to remarkable change
Improving life for better
Whole world is one today
We can see in dark
Organs are being replaced
Despite covid work went on
Science play an important role in life
But for science life wouldn't be same!
We need to develop scientific temper in children
Encourage them to ask question
Use technology to gain knowledge
Scientific advancement should continue
With parents busy, no time for kids
Mobile games full day,
I wonder what will happen to scientific research?
Parents have a big role to play
In making future a better place to stay
23rd February 2021
The surprise that is still to be seen
Whither grows the magic bean
Full of love and sparkling clean
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
The incredible charm that is the bean stalk
Full of strength and great talk
Is Jack of the axe prepared to walk the walk?
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
In this world is there a greater delight?
Than the surprise on the face of child with beautiful light
Or on the sparkling eyes of the elderly which shines sprightly
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
A soul’s tipping point under this ambience
Is not havoc wreaked by much incontinence?
Will faith work without patience?
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
01/11/2015 Ganapathiraman Raman
I'm from...Raman noodles that are actually God's brains
they keep my happiness and hunger frequently sustained
I'm from...Picking berries in the warmth of the sun
that go quite well with a warm cinnabun
I'm from..."Never forget your gift" said a lady to me
as I stopped to smell the roses in a sanctuary
I'm from..."If you want to write then read, read, read"
I took to that notion and now I'm soon to succeed
I'm from...storytellers, trappers and pagans galore
who teach me their mystical magical lore
I'm from...stardust and the controversle divine
tracing my beginning back to the earliest time
I'm from...sitting on rooftops to get my head clear
where I think and I dream, my mind all in gear
I'm from...my friens who heve shaped me with love throughout my life
with them there is never very much strife
they are my everything big and small
without them I am from nowhere and nothing at all.........
Out of the darkness you are strokes of light
A true masterpiece of visual delight
Like you your creator is forever penned
As I look at you I miss my friend
Your heritage is clear an Indian at birth
A true respecter of Mother Earth
Your Headdress adorned by Buffalo Horns
Saddened eyes reflect how your people were scorned
Your face a true reflection of time
Your necklace is of simplistic design
Through this art there is no way to hide
You were a people of deep eternal pride
Written For Brian Strand’s “Ekphrasis” Poetry Contest. Inspired by one of my Indian
Brothers Negative Shade Drawing of an Indian Chief that I brought home from Prison. In
Prison you meet very many talented artist I consider the two drawings I brought home of
his to be two very prized pieces. For insurance purposes I had each piece appraised and
they are said to be worth around $500.00 apiece. I paid 5 Top Raman Soups, a can of Chile
Beans and two poems for them both. As far as I know I was the only one allowed to bring
his artwork outside. Being a lifer he only dealt with other lifers, me being the single
exception because I used to write poetry for his wife and children.
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